RosesAreWhat

You are in a [[hexagonal]] room as a visitor at a [[poetry]] exhibition in your adopted city of [[Literaria]]. Your [[knitted brow]] soon suggests that you are confused because each of the six display panels exhibits a different piece of poetry. [[Rhyme Scheme]]helps you [[reconize some]] as poetry: here [[Poe]], there [[Wordsworth]], but what is this [[other stuff]]?

The reigning and aging high tribunal of [[Literaria]] are unyielding in their insistance that all poetry must follow this time-honored tradition where perfectly balanced [[couplets]] render the [[poem]].

There you see the familiar lines [[Roses are red, violets are blue]], [[what though the radiance which once was so bright]], [[once upon a midnight dreary]].

The use of figurative language to represent objects, actions and ideas in such a way that it appeals to our physical senses. Usually it is thought that imagery makes use of particular words that create visual representation of ideas in our minds. The word imagery is associated with mental pictures. However, this idea is but partially correct. Imagery, to be realistic, turns out to be more complex than just a picture.-click this passage to edit it.

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Everybody knows that [[poetry]] should make comparisons using [metaphors and similes]] among [[other conventional elements]] to help the reader understand exactly what the [[poet]] is up to.

A literary [[genre]]consisting of millions and millions of [[poem]]s by thousands and thousands of [[poet]]s.

The person who chooses to express himself or herself in this time honored [[genre]]

A broad, general and flexible term that attempts to define categories (and subcategories) of [[literary production]], at least in this context.

[[generative]] literature (including poetry) is defined most narrowly as the production of continuously changing literary texts by means of a specific set of rules and the use of algorithms. These creations are a very specific form of [[digital literature]] which is completely changing most of the concepts of [[classical literature]]. [[traditional literature]]

Utterances loaded with meaning. These are the building blocks of language, sentences and [[poetry]].

Well-known line from an example traditional [[poetry]].

From the poetry of William [[Wordsworth]]: [[Ode to Intimations of Immortality]].

Snippet from the work of [[Poe]]. This work is heavy with [[Rhyme Scheme]].

One of your favorite poets. He wrote one of your favorite rhyming poems [[Ode to Intimations of Immortality]] which you have displayed on a wall in your home. His work makes liberal use of [[Rhyme Scheme]] and [[couplets]].

This is some of that [[other stuff]]: [[generative literature]] includes web-based [[poetry]]that appears, disaapears, and rearranges itself. No [[human agency]] appears necessary for this artistic expression.

"Other stuff" is perhaps a cowardly way to identify the revolutionary developments in [[digital literacy]]. It is, however, a comfortable way for you to characterize the products of this strange new world. [[generative]], [[generative poetry]].

The source of [[intelligence]] necessary for the production of [[poetry]]. Some would argue that this souce is absent in [[generative]] poetry, but...

The ability to generate, acquire and apply knowledge and skills. This is an ability normally associated with higher life forms including humans. This definition is complicated in this the [[digital age]] with the advent of [[artificial intelligence]].

Any writing having "literary" value. [[poetry]], [[digital literature]], etc.

A six-sided geometrical figure. Many of our words in science and math hearken back to the Greek, and hexagon is no exception. The idea of a six-sided figure comes from the Greek hexágōnon, with gonia meaning "angle," which makes sense, as a hexagon not only has six sides, but six angles, or vertices. There are various types of hexagons, including the "regular hexagon" (where all the sides and angles are equal to each other) and the "irregular hexagon" (which has unequal angles and sides). The room you are in is in this shape and is the showcase for the exhibit [[RosesAreWhat?]]

Sometimes called "furrowed brow" and usually caused by puzzling situations like trying to figure out [["meaning"]]in poetry, especially these digital ejaculations aka [[other stuff]].

Super cool [[poet]] who alot of poetry that adheres to [[Rhyme Scheme]] and other conventions of [[traditional poetry]].

Cognitive activity that results in comprehension of stimuli; making sense of data. [[artificial intelligence]]

That [[genre]] of [[poetry]] that employs traditional elements of poetic devices such as [[metaphors]], [[similes]], [[Rhyme Scheme]], etc.

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A device of poetic construction wherein comparisons are made using "as." [[Metaphors and Similes]].

A poetic device in [[traditional poetry]] in which comparisons are made using "like" (not to be confused with [[metaphors]]. [[Metaphors and Similes]]

Two common poetic devices used for [[comparisons]] in [[traditional poetry]]. [[metaphors]], [[similes]]

The time period starting in the 1970s with the introduction of the personal [[computer]] with subsequent technology introduced providing the ability to transfer information freely and quickly.

The ability of "[[machines]]" to duplicate complex cognitive activity traditionally reserved for higher life forms. [[intelligence]]

In this context "machines" is synonymous with [[computer]]; the central mechanistic tool of the [[digital age]] and the creative platform of [[digital literature]].

[[Wordsworth]] THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparell'd in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. 5 It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, 10 And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; 15 The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound 20 As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; 25 No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday;— Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy 35 Shepherd-boy! Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, 40 My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all. O evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, 45 And the children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:— 50 I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! —But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet 55 Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, 60 Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come 65 From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, 70 He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; 75 At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, 80 And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. 85 Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! 90 See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learnèd art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; 95 And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long 100 Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage' With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, 105 That Life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; 110 Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty prophet! Seer blest! 115 On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave, 120 A presence which is not to be put by; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A place of thought where we in waiting lie; 125 Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? 130 Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, 135 That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— 140 Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:— Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; 145 But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, 150 High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, 155 Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, 160 To perish never: Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 165 Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, 170 And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! 175 We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright 180 Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; 185 In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, 190 In years that bring the philosophic mind. And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquish'd one delight 195 To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; 200 The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, 205 Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears

Fictional city founded by exiled members of the [[MLA]]. Residents are obssessed with the question of what the true [[meaning]] of [[poetry]]is and resistant to any change in [[traditional poetry]].

two lines of verse, usually in the same meter and joined by rhyme, that form a unit.

A single example of the larger genre known as [[poetry]]. These creative ejaculations (whether [[traditional poetry]] or that [[other stuff]]) by manipulators of language, [[poet]], resist exact categorization. According to some, the definition of [[poetry]] remains debatable and elusive.

Founded in 1883, the Modern Language Association of America is one of the world’s largest scholarly associations; it has almost 25,000 members in 100 countries. MLA members host an annual convention and other meetings and sustain a wide-ranging print and electronic publishing program that includes books, journals, style guides, and an international bibliography. Drawing on studies and reports produced by the MLA staff and MLA committees and collaborating with related organizations, MLA members engage in a variety of advocacy projects that pertain to the association’s mission.

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[[alliteration]], [[onomatopoeia]], [[rhyme scheme]], [[meter]], [[stanzas]] to name a few. [[traditional poetry]]

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the literature of ancient Greece and Rome. Not to be confused with [traditional literature]], the term is also used for the literature of any language in a period notable for the excellence and enduring quality of its writers' works.

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